The Final Push

The last day of driving to Maine is always the worst because I am so ready to get here. We started off in Connecticut this morning at 7:30. We had a tight window to get to Carter’s and pick her up. She came up with us for a few days which is such a bonus.

She had a call this morning and so we could not show up while she was on her call, but we had to get her in time to be able to make it to Newburyport to meet our friends Janet and Frank for lunch. Thankfully all the timing worked. And we made it to lunch right as Janet and Frank got there.

They live in Arizona now, but still come to New England in the summer. Thankfully our paths crossed this year. We had a lovely visit, but it was too short.

Back on the road to Portland for a Trader Joe’s stop. There was very little room left in the car, but we were able to get some necessities. The last hour and a half half was more like two hours thanks to Friday summer Maine traffic. The back up in Wiscasset started three miles earlier than it usually does. I hate Wiscasset for it. We got through and arrived at our house just before 6.

That was a long day for what would have been a five hour drive if we had done it straight through on the most direct route. But we are here now. Happy as can be.

We already went to Claws and had our first lobster roll. Yeah Maine.